paon padun tore shyam brij mein
laut chalo laut chalo
paon padun tore shyam
brij mein laut chalo
suni kadam ki thandi chhaiyya
khoje dhun bansi ki
byakul hoke brij na dubo de
lahre jamunaji ki
laut chalo laut chalo

dudh dahi se bhari matkiya
tode kaun murari
asuvan jal se bhare
gagriya panghat pe panihari
laut chalo laut chalo
bilakh rahi hai maat yashoda
nandji dukh mein khoye
kuch to soch are nirmohi
brij ka kan kan roye
laut chalo laut chalo

I fall at your feet, Dark One, in the Brij,
Turn back, turn back, I implore.
I fall at your feet, O Shyam,
Turn back to the Brij's shore.

The lonely shade of Kadamba trees now yearn,
For the flute's lost, sweet call.
Will the Brij drown, consumed by grief,
As Yamuna's waters fall?
Turn back, turn back.

Who breaks the milk-filled earthen pots,
O Murari, who now?
With tears, the milkmaids' vessels fill,
At the sacred ghat somehow.
Turn back, turn back.

Mother Yashoda weeps with a broken heart,
Nandaji lost in despair.
Think, O pitiless one, and heed the pain,
Each grain of Brij cries there.
Turn back, turn back.